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“I will make them bleed while they’re on their knees, begging for your mercy.”

Thrust.

“If there is one thing I know for certain, Camila, it’s that nothing would ever stop me from keeping you safe.”

I place my fingers back on her clit and rub in tandem with my thrusts. She moans my name, and that’s all it takes for my balls to tighten, that tingling spreading over my spine.

“Come for me, Camila.”

Her walls grip my cock as we both come undone. I fuck her through her orgasm, and when her body goes slack, I pull out and release all over her stomach. Painting her. Marking her with my cum.

“Mine,” I pant.

We both stay there, panting, her arms and legs clutching me like I might also be her safe place. Golden morning light radiates between us. And this is somewhere that I wouldn’t mind staying forever.

After a few minutes of drinking each other in our post-euphoria state, I blink out of it.

“Stay here,” I instruct, reluctantly peeling myself away.

I pad over to the en-suite bathroom and turn on the shower, adjusting the dials to get the right temperature.

If I had one in here, I’d be running her a bath. But I don’t, so this will have to do.

Pulling out two fresh towels, I set them on the his-and-hers counter to the right of the shower.

When I emerge, Camila is still spread out on the bed, vacant eyes staring at the ceiling.

Shit.

I knew this was a bad idea. I should’ve talked her out of it. We should’ve waited—

Her head turns towards me, morning sunlight lights up one side of her face, and she smiles. A genuine smile that hits me right in the cold, dead heart.

I walk up towards her, gathering her from the bed bridal style, taking her to the steaming shower. Placing her down and steadying her back so she doesn’t fall, I guide her under the showerhead. Water spills over her long, blonde hair and washes away the remains of me from her skin.

She tilts her head towards the ceiling, letting the water slide down her face. And I just stand there and watch. How, even doing a simple task, this woman is still mesmerising.

She opens one eye, looking at me, and her mouth curls up in a smile. “Aren’t you joining me?”

Taking tentative steps towards her, I join her under the shower. Red starts cascading down my body, washing away all the dried blood from Aidan.

She takes a shampoo bottle from a small shelf built into the shower and squeezes a small amount onto her palm. Taking a step closer, she stands on her tiptoes and spreads the shampoo into my hair.

“That’s better,” she whispers. Her eyes search mine, and in this moment, I realise that I’m fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

Not just because the woman with eyes the colour of my childhood teddy bear has me wrapped around her finger, but because her eye colour might not be the only thing I’ve started falling in love with.

Chapter 30

Xander

“Turn around,” she demands, holding an arm across her boobs, a hand cupping her centre.

“What?” I laugh.

“You heard.”